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Shut Down Catholic Boarding Schools

I don’t care how controversial this sounds. I don’t care what label it gets slapped with. The time for polite conversation is over. All Catholic boarding schools across the world should be shut down. Full stop.

For too long, we’ve tiptoed around the atrocities, brushing off allegations as “historical” or “isolated.” But we know better. The veil has been lifted, and what’s been exposed is horrifying: systemic abuse, decades of cover-ups, shattered lives, broken spirits, and institutions that prioritised image over innocence.

This isn’t about religion. This is about accountability.

You can be Catholic. You can live your faith. But let’s stop pretending that these boarding institutions are bastions of virtue. They’ve become playgrounds for unchecked power, often far removed from oversight. Children yes, children have been emotionally, physically, and sexually abused in the very places that were supposed to protect them. And still, in 2025, these schools are allowed to operate. Why?

Because society still gives them a pass. Because they wear the cross. Because they speak softly in public while horrors unfold behind closed doors. That’s not good enough anymore.

Do you honestly believe the trauma inflicted is behind us? Look around. Survivors are still coming forward. Documents are still being uncovered. Lawsuits are still ongoing. But the worst part? Many of these schools are still open. Still enrolling students. Still preaching sanctity while harbouring silence.

Where’s the justice?

This is not about a few bad apples. It’s about a rotten system protected by tradition, defended by power, and tolerated by governments that are too scared to confront the institution head-on.

I say no more.

Shut them down. All of them. Globally. Disband the system. Demolish the buildings if you must. 

Protect the children because they matter more than any reputation, any doctrine, any priest’s collar, or legacy.

We’ve heard the apologies. We’ve read the statements. We’ve seen the crocodile tears. Now it’s time for action.

If we don’t do this now, what kind of world are we building? One where abuse is excused as long as it’s done in a chapel? Where uniforms and rosaries outweigh the cries of children?

No more.

Let history remember this moment not as another whispered scandal but as the time the people finally stood up and said: “We will not let this happen again.”

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Disgraceful Threat to Recognise Palestinian State

The headlines today should make every decent, clear-headed Brit sick to their core. Israel has accused the UK of harming efforts to secure a Gaza ceasefire, and they are absolutely right to do so. Our so-called “leaders” in Westminster, under this mad left-wing government, have crossed a line they had no right to cross.

Prime Minister’s announcement? The UK will recognise a Palestinian state unless Israel meets certain conditions. Let me be absolutely clear we have NO RIGHT to threaten Israel like this. None. What this government is doing is nothing short of political blackmail against one of our closest democratic allies in the Middle East, at the very moment they are fighting for their very survival.

And let us not forget the undeniable truth: It was not Israel that started this war. It was not Israel that launched an unprovoked massacre of civilians. It was not Israel that kidnapped women, children, and the elderly, parading them through the streets like trophies.

On October 7, 2023, Hamas, along with other Palestinian terrorist groups launched a coordinated armed invasion from the Gaza Strip into southern Israel. This was the first large-scale invasion of Israeli territory since the 1948 Arab–Israeli War. And they didn’t just target soldiers. They targeted families celebrating Simchat Torah, a Jewish holiday. That day wasn’t a “resistance” it was a deliberate, calculated act of terrorism.

And now, somehow, in the twisted logic of our “woke” political class, the response to that atrocity is to reward these terrorists by talking about recognising a Palestinian state. We are bending over backwards for groups whose very charters openly call for the destruction of Israel and the death of Jews.

This is not diplomacy. This is a weakness. This is moral cowardice dressed up as foreign policy.

Let’s not mince words, recognising a Palestinian state now is not about peace. It’s about appeasing the far-left radicals, virtue-signalling to international bodies, and pretending to “solve” the problem while stabbing Israel in the back. The terrorists who run Gaza will see it for what it is: a victory. Proof that violence and slaughter get results.

Our government should hang its head in shame. The people of the UK deserve leadership that understands the difference between a democracy defending itself and a terrorist organisation that thrives on bloodshed. Israel is not perfect,

no country is but it is the only liberal democracy in the region, the only place in the Middle East where Jews, Christians, and Muslims can live under the same legal rights.

And yet, we threaten them.

While ignoring the barbarity of Hamas.

While whitewashing terrorism into “freedom fighting.”

History will not be kind to this moment. And neither will the British people when they wake up to the reality that we’re not standing on the side of justice, we’re siding with those who started this war in the first place.

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Let Parents, Not Government, Raise Our Children

In an age where governments seem hell-bent on overreach, the UK’s Online Safety Act is yet another example of bureaucratic interference disguised as concern. While its champions say it's about "keeping children safe online," what it really does is strip power from parents and carers  the very people who know their children best and hand it to Silicon Valley regulators and faceless civil servants in Whitehall. It’s time to say it plainly: The Online Safety Act should be abolished.

The Myth of Government Knows Best

Let’s cut through the noise. The government doesn’t raise our children  we do. Parents, grandparents, guardians, teachers, and communities shape young minds. Not Ofcom. Not some digital watchdog. Not some "harmful content filter" written by a bloke in a suit who’s never had to tell a teenager to get off TikTok and do their homework.

The arrogance of the Online Safety Act lies in its assumption: that parents aren’t competent enough to protect their own children. It tells us that the internet needs to be scrubbed and sterilised, not with sensible guidance and tools, but with legally mandated censorship and threats of imprisonment for tech executives who "don’t comply." And while this is sold as child protection, what it really is, is control.

Real Protection Starts at Home

Here's the truth no law, no AI-powered algorithm, and no government panel can raise a child better than a vigilant, present parent. 

Teaching children digital boundaries, respect, responsibility, and resilience must come from the home. Parental controls, open conversations, and moral frameworks shaped by family values  not government agendas  are how we raise good digital citizens.

The state stepping in to do the parenting for us isn’t just patronising  it’s dangerous. Because once you give the government the power to decide what’s "harmful" or "inappropriate," you're just a few steps away from political censorship, freedom erosion, and total surveillance culture. Are we really ready to sacrifice liberty for the illusion of safety?

Who Watches the Watchmen?

Let’s not ignore the elephant in the room. The same government that wants to police online speech has proven, time and again, to be technologically inept. These are the same people who lost laptops with sensitive data on trains and couldn’t protect NHS systems from ransomware. Now they want to dictate how millions of people use the internet?

Even more troubling, what starts with "protecting children" often creeps into broader territory shutting down dissent, monitoring political speech, and regulating media narratives. The lines blur, the goalposts move, and soon, everyone is being watched.

Abolish the Act Empower the People

We’re not saying online safety isn’t important it is. But that responsibility lies first and foremost with families, schools, and local communities. Let us educate our children, install software, use tools, and enforce boundaries that work for our homes  not ones dictated by the whims of unelected regulators.

The Online Safety Act should be scrapped. The government should step back, not forward, in this space. They should empower parents with resources, not burden them with regulations. This isn’t about abandoning safety  it’s about reclaiming responsibility.

Let the internet be free. Let parents parent. And let’s stop pretending the state knows best  because time and time again, it proves that it doesn’t.

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The PS5 30th Anniversary Edition

If you’ve followed my journey over the years  or even skimmed my blog “My Gaming Story” then you’ll already know I’ve played more games than I can count. My first foray into the pixelated playground of gaming started back in 1995 on the good ol’ Nintendo. That was the era of cartridge clicks, wired controllers, and blowing on game carts like it was a sacred ritual.

But my real love affair? That began when I made the jump to PlayStation.

From the PS1 to the PS2 and then to the PS3, those consoles carried me through entire chapters of life. The PS1  that grey, boxy beast  was where I cut my teeth on Tekken, Crash Bandicoot, and Metal Gear Solid and so so so many others. If I close my eyes long enough, I can still hear that startup sound. Iconic. Chilling. Timeless. Which brings me to now.

Sony recently announced back in November 2024 the PS5 Digital 30th Anniversary Edition. It looks good. I mean, dangerously good. And the controller? The 30th Anniversary Limited Edition DualSense that’s a proper work of art. It pulls hard on those nostalgia strings. You can tell Sony knew exactly what they were doing with that design it’s a love letter to people like me, who grew up slamming buttons on the original PlayStation during summer holidays.

Here’s the kicker.

I’m firmly settled into Xbox territory now. That’s my HQ. That’s where my gaming legacy continues. Game Pass, the ecosystem, the interface it all makes sense for where I am in life and what I want out of gaming now. So, logically… there is no reason whatsoever for me to get the 30th Anniversary PS5. None.

But logic isn’t always the loudest voice in the room, is it?

The nostalgia is strong. It’s like bumping into your first love and remembering all the good times, even though you’ve both moved on. You don’t need it, but you feel it. Deeply. Still, for now, logic wins. Barely.

However…

And this is a big however  if Sony ever decided to bring back PlayStation Home? That could change everything. PS Home was ahead of its time. A digital social hub, a weird and wonderful world where you could meet, chat, flex your custom outfits, and mess about in virtual apartments. If they relaunch that  even as a modern PSVR experience  I might just have to dust off my PlayStation allegiance and come crawling back. If you don’t have a clue what I am on about imagine Sims but online and much better graphics etc. 

Until then, Xbox remains my mainstay. But Sony you cheeky devils  you’ve made it hard. Painfully hard.

Stay logical,

Mr. TMarsh-Connors

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When Men React Emotionally.

I learned a long time ago that emotion is a luxury in battle and life is, in many ways, a constant battlefield.

When I was younger, like most men, I thought passion and fire would carry me through. Say what you feel, do what your gut tells you, wear your heart on your sleeve that’s the nonsense we’re sold by modern culture. And let me be clear: it is nonsense. In the real world the world of business, politics, relationships, and legacy men who react emotionally always lose to men who move logically.

Every. Single. Time.

It doesn’t matter how right you feel. It doesn’t matter how angry you are or how deeply offended someone made you. If your opponent keeps his cool while you blow your top, guess who walks away in control? Not you. Emotions are exploitable. Logic is unshakable.

We live in a society that increasingly tells men it's okay—even admirable—to be emotional. And don’t misunderstand me: I'm not saying men should be robots. But there's a dangerous difference between controlling your emotions and being controlled by them.

You want to cry? Do it in private. You want to rage? Go to the gym. But when you're at the negotiating table, standing in the voting booth, or facing someone who challenges your values, you must be calm. You must be cold. You must be calculated. 

(My podcast doesn’t count believe it or not all of it is in fact logical.)

The emotional man gets baited. The emotional man lashes out. The emotional man apologises for things he never did wrong. And the emotional man almost always regrets his decisions after the dust has settled.

Training the Mind: Discipline Over Impulse

I trained myself to think logically, and it was one of the best things I ever did. It’s not something you’re born with it’s a muscle you build. You train it by stepping back. By asking: “What’s really happening here?” Not “How do I feel?” but “What is the truth? What are the facts?” 

(Granted there is a whole other story attached to that which I am not going to make public at all.)

Logic doesn’t panic. Logic doesn’t flinch when someone attacks your character. Logic sees 5 steps ahead while emotion barely survives the present.

In today’s hyper-emotional political landscape, where people vote with their hearts and riot when they don’t get their way, logical men stand out like lighthouses. They're not swept away by the tide of hysteria. They anchor themselves in reason.

Emotional Men Are Easy to Manipulate

Here’s the harsh reality someone needs to say it. Emotional men are easy to manipulate. The media knows it. Politicians know it. Women know it.  Read that again..

Women know it. TRUST ME THEY DO!

Watch how easily they push emotional buttons to get a reaction, to shift the narrative, to win the argument.

But the man who keeps a level head? He becomes unpredictable. Dangerous. Strategic.

It’s no coincidence that history’s great leaders Churchill, Eisenhower, Thatcher, even Marcus Aurelius were known for their stoicism, not their outbursts.

If you want to win in life not just survive but truly win you need to master your emotions before they master you.

Let other men scream and whine and collapse under pressure. Let them react while you calculate. That’s how you become powerful. That’s how you stay respected. And that’s how you build a legacy that doesn’t waver with the tides of feeling.

Train your mind. Harden your discipline. Move with reason.

Because in the end, logic always wins.

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Britain’s Utter Moral Collapse

I’m done. Done pretending. Done being “reasonable.” Done watching Western leaders bend the knee to twisted narratives in the name of progress or diplomatic balance. President Emmanuel Macron’s disgraceful announcement that France may unilaterally recognise a Palestinian state is not just misguided it’s a knife in the back of Israel, democracy, and the West.

Now, 220 of our own MPs elected by us, for us  have the audacity to pressure Sir Keir Starmer to do the same? Are you bloody serious?

Let’s be crystal clear: Recognising a Palestinian state in today’s geopolitical climate is not some noble act of peacemaking  it is reckless, dangerous, and borderline insane.

We’re talking about a so-called “state” run in part by Hamas, a terrorist organisation that burned babies, kidnapped civilians, and celebrated it with cheers. We’re talking about an “authority” that indoctrinates children with hatred, uses foreign aid to build tunnels for warfare, and has absolutely zero intention of recognising Israel’s right to exist. And we’re meant to legitimise that? Why? Because France wants to look très progressif?

Keir Starmer should have slammed the door on this madness. Instead, he dithers, scared of losing votes from the far-Left, the student unions, and those who have turned every issue into a virtue-signalling circus. The man can barely finish a sentence on the Middle East without tripping over his own contradictions. Leadership?

Give me a break.

What happened to standing by our allies? What happened to honouring truth and justice over political posturing? We watched in horror on October 7th — and now the world wants to reward the people responsible?

This country… it’s like we’re watching it rot from the inside. Spineless politicians. Media whitewashing terrorism. University campuses turning into recruitment fairs for anti-West ideology. And now Parliament is flirting with handing recognition to a violent, unstable would be regime? I swear   if Elon Musk ever offers a one-way ticket to Mars, I’m packing my bag and never looking back.

I’m so sick of the moral decay. So sick of watching the same people who weep over “human rights” justify antisemitism, terrorism, and barbarism in the name of “justice.” If Starmer caves to this pressure, he’ll be handing the enemies of freedom a shiny new diplomatic victory wrapped in the Union Jack.

Britain deserves better than this cowardice. And Israel deserves far more than hollow words and betrayal from so called allies.

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We Must Never Forget 9/11

I don’t care who you are. I don’t care where you come from. I don’t care what your politics are, what God you pray to, or if you believe in one at all. There are some events in human history that transcend borders, beliefs, and biases and September 11, 2001, is one of them.

We must never forget 9/11.

Not because of some forced nationalism or political posturing. Not because it’s “fashionable” to remember it on a certain day each year. But because it shaped the world we all live in today. Whether you like it or not. Whether you accept it or not. Whether you even fully understand it or not.

That Day Changed Everything

When those towers fell when the Pentagon was hit, when Flight 93 went down in a Pennsylvania field it wasn’t just buildings collapsing. It was the shattering of an era of innocence, particularly for the West, and most profoundly for America.

People woke up that morning like it was any other day going to work, school, planning holidays, making coffee. And by midday, the world was on fire. We watched people jump from buildings. We watched first responders walk into hell and never come out. We saw the very fabric of safety, trust, and predictability torn to pieces. And it rattled the global psyche.

It Wasn’t Just an American Tragedy  It Was a Human One

You didn’t need to be American to feel the pain, to remember the silence that fell across the globe, the way news anchors struggled for words, the way the world seemed to hold its breath.

People from over 90 countries died in those towers. That’s not just America’s loss that’s the world’s loss.

It Rewired the Modern World

Everything from airport security, to global diplomacy, to surveillance, to how we perceive threats, borders, and freedoms all of it was reshaped by what happened on that day.

The wars that followed. The political divides. The refugee crises. The rise in extremism. The erosion of civil liberties. The suspicion, the paranoia, the fear. It all connects back to 9/11.

Even if you weren’t born yet  you’re living in a world still shaped by that morning.

Regardless of Who Did It Never Forget What Happened

Debates rage on about the who, the why, the what-ifs. Government failures. Intelligence lapses. Conspiracies. Truths. Lies.

Fine. Question it. Investigate it. Hold those in power accountable  but do not let that distract you from remembering the lives lost, the bravery shown, and the world changed.

Because in the noise of blame and analysis, we risk forgetting the human side of that tragedy  the husbands, wives, sons, daughters, friends, and colleagues who never made it home.

Don’t Let It Fade

If you’re reading this and you think 9/11 is just another date in history  you’re part of the problem.

We’ve got a generation growing up who might not even be taught what happened, or worse, taught to minimise it. That can’t happen. We must remember. We must teach it. We must talk about it. We must honour it.

Because if we forget it, if we shrug it off, if we allow it to be softened and sanitised we’ve already lost.

So wherever you come from, whoever you are never forget 9/11.

Not for politics.

Not for power.

But for truth. For memory. For humanity.

Because when we forget, we’re doomed to repeat. And the cost of that is far too high.

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Shut down the UN.

For far too long, the United Nations has masqueraded as a beacon of global unity and peace, but if you peel back the diplomatic gloss and idealistic slogans, what you find is a bloated, bureaucratic relic that has failed time and time again to deliver on its core mission. The time has come, and I say this without hesitation: shut down the UN.

A Symbol of Inaction

Let’s be honest the UN has become little more than a talking shop. Genocides, illegal wars, human rights violations… the track record of the UN responding with any meaningful consequence is dismal. From Rwanda to Syria, from North Korea to Sudan, how many "strongly worded statements" have replaced actual action? Too many. It's like watching a fire burn while arguing about what colour hosepipe should be used.

And who suffers while the diplomats drink wine and draft resolutions? Ordinary people. Civilians. The vulnerable. The very ones the UN was supposedly formed to protect.

The Security Council Is a Joke

Five permanent members with veto power how is that democratic? How is that global cooperation? It's an exclusive club, and surprise surprise, it’s the same superpowers who decide what gets done and what gets blocked. You cannot claim to stand for justice and peace when your top table includes dictatorships with the power to silence any moral action.

The Security Council isn’t security. It’s political theatre.

Wasting Billions for What?

We are told the UN does good work with aid, food programs, peacekeeping forces. And yes, some decent work has been done. But the truth is, most of that good could be done more 

efficiently by local coalitions, NGOs, and national governments.

The UN gobbles up billions in taxpayer money around the world, with shiny headquarters in New York, overpaid officials, and endless conferences. How many third-world children went without clean water last year while a committee debated gender-neutral language in resolutions?

The hypocrisy is galling.

They Don't Represent Us

Here’s the uncomfortable truth the elites won’t admit: the UN does not represent the average British person. Or the average American. Or the average citizen of any nation. It represents globalist ideology. It promotes unchecked migration, climate panic, and cultural dilution all in the name of "progress." But progress for whom?

It’s not British values being upheld. It’s not sovereignty being defended. It’s international groupthink steamrolling national pride and independence.

A Tool for Authoritarians

China chairs human rights councils. Iran lectures on gender equality. North Korea votes on nuclear disarmament. Do I need to say more?

This is like putting arsonists in charge of the fire brigade.

The UN provides authoritarian regimes with a veneer of legitimacy, allowing them to sit at the same table as functioning democracies. It emboldens bad actors while tying the hands of good ones with red tape.

So What Now?

We don’t need a UN to collaborate globally. We don’t need an unelected, unaccountable body to dictate morality, policy, or priorities. Nations can and should work together on terms that are mutual, respectful, and transparent. We need strong alliances, not sprawling internationalist dreams.

Let the UN fall. Let history judge its failures. Let nations reclaim their dignity and direction.

We don’t need a world government.

We need accountable national governments.

And it starts with ending the delusion.

Shut. It. Down.

Feel free to share, repost, and challenge the narrative. Truth doesn’t tremble at scrutiny.

Mr. TMarsh-Connors The Angry British Conservative

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Thoughts from an Only Child at 3:30AM

Not every blog I write is about politics, tech, or society. Sometimes, it's just raw emotion. Just me sat here in the garden, 3:30am in the morning. Cool air brushing past me like a ghost of something long gone. I think. I reflect. And sometimes, I write.

Being an only child teaches you a few things. And not in the fairy tale way people imagine spoiled, pampered, coddled. No, it teaches you how to survive silently. It shows you what it means to be independent out of necessity, not out of choice.

When you grow up without siblings, you learn early on: you’ve got no backup. No brother to step in when someone’s giving you hell. No sister to confide in when your heart breaks at 17. You are your own team, your own lifeline. And that reality hardens you in places most people never even realise.

You notice things others overlook. Every smirk someone throws your way. Every twitch of discomfort. Every shoulder shrug, foot shuffle, eye roll  it's all data. You become fluent in body language, because when you’re alone, you have to read the room like your life depends on it. That’s how you know if someone’s real… or if they’re just wearing a mask.

You learn to make every moment count because you don't get the luxury of a “next time.” That friend you talk to might vanish tomorrow. That one phone call could be the last. So you pour yourself into it, into them. Because part of you knows it could all go silent again.

I’ve had many of those late, late nights. Trust me. Too many. Like right now. Just me, my thoughts, and a quiet world that doesn’t know or care that I’m still awake. No texts. No footsteps coming down the stairs. No laughter echoing from another bedroom. Just me.

Was there a time I wished I had siblings? Yeah, there was. Especially growing up. When I saw kids arguing and then hugging five minutes later, I envied that. When I saw brothers sticking up for each other, or sisters planning sleepovers together, I felt that ache. That little voice in my chest whispering, Why not me?

But now? No. I’m happy with the silence. It’s made me who I am. It’s not a life for everyone. But it’s mine. It’s lonely sometimes, sure. But it’s taught me resilience, empathy, observation, and above all self-reliance. You learn to handle yourself. Because, quite frankly, you have no other choice.

So this blog isn’t just a post. It’s a piece of my heart. A rare one. Not polished or political. Just honest. If you’re reading this and you’ve ever felt alone  really alone  know that I get it. And know that being alone doesn’t mean being lost. It means being tested. Sharpened. Seasoned.

And if you're out there tonight, wide awake like me, staring into the dark... you're not the only one.

Mr. TMarsh-Connors

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Liquid Glass Excitement

I can't lie I'm practically counting down the days. Apple’s upcoming Liquid Glass UI is everything.

The more I see, the more I stare, and the more I want. It’s not just another visual refresh it’s a full-on experience shift, something we haven’t seen at this scale since iOS 7 dropped and turned the entire design world on its head.

Back then, people scoffed at flat design. They said Apple had lost its mind ditching skeuomorphism. But look who was right. Apple led, and the rest of the industry followed. Now, with Liquid Glass, they’re about to do it again—this time with depth, motion, and glassy realism that makes your screen feel alive.

What Is Liquid Glass?

If you haven’t been glued to every WWDC leak and developer preview like I have first of all, shame on you but here’s the scoop: Liquid Glass is Apple’s next gen design language, and it's as if iOS, macOS, and visionOS had a baby made of light, depth, and liquid elegance.

It’s not gimmicky. It’s not Android’s cluttered chaos or Windows 11’s half-baked attempts at polish. This is something crafted. Something intentional. Layers of UI that move with you. Interfaces that look like actual flowing glass—cool, clean, futuristic. And paired with Spatial Audio and Apple’s already tight haptics? Chef’s kiss.

Why I’m Losing My Mind (In the Best Way)

I’ve already got my iPhone 16 Pro, iPad Pro, and MacBook Pro polished and waiting. You know that silver body with the M4 Max chip is going to look untouchable with that new Liquid Glass look. I’ve seen the preview videos, the demo screenshots, the developer kit sneak peeks and it’s nothing short of mesmerising.

Apple isn’t just updating the UI they’re changing how we interact with our devices. This is like when touchscreens first became standard. Like when Retina displays made everything else look pixelated and sad. Like when Apple Silicon blew Intel out of the water.

Liquid Glass is the next evolution. And I want it on everything.

This Will Shake Heads Mark My Words

Some people are still downplaying it. “Oh, it’s just a new coat of paint.” These are the same people who said the iPhone wouldn’t catch on. Or that iPads were just big iPhones. Or that M1 was overhyped. We all know how that turned out.

Mark my words: Liquid Glass will redefine what premium software feels like. It will set the tone for design in the next decade. From the UI transitions to the depth-based effects, this isn’t just a style change it’s Apple flexing again. Quietly, confidently, as only they do.

It’s more than a visual shift it’s a feeling. A mood. A promise that Apple still knows how to surprise us in an era where most tech feels... stale. The ecosystem is about to feel more alive, more intuitive, and, frankly, more Apple.

So yeah, I’m ready. iPhone 16 Pro? Locked and loaded. iPad Pro? Already looking futuristic. MacBook Pro? Can’t wait to see Liquid Glass breathe through that gorgeous 16-inch display.

And to all the doubters? Just wait. This will be one of those “Where were you when...” Apple moments. Just like iOS 7. Just like the first Retina Mac.

History, my friends, is about to repeat itself with style.

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20 Years On: Remembering

Today marks 20 years since one of the darkest mornings in modern British history.

On the 7th of July 2005, during the bustling morning rush hour, four coordinated suicide bombings tore through London’s public transport system. Three bombs exploded on the Underground within moments of each other. An hour later, a fourth went off on a bus in Tavistock Square. The horror was unimaginable.

Fifty-two innocent people were murdered that day. Over 700 others were physically injured, and an entire nation was psychologically scarred. Countless families were shattered in an instant—mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends—simply commuting to work, to school, to life.

But even in the depths of that chaos and cruelty, we witnessed extraordinary courage. Emergency responders ran toward danger with fearless determination. Strangers comforted one another in smoke-filled tunnels and on broken buses. Medical staff, police officers, firefighters, and ordinary citizens became heroes. That day may have brought terror to our doorstep, but it also revealed the indomitable heart of London.

We must never forget.

Never forget the 52 lives brutally taken. Never forget the survivors who still carry scars—seen and unseen. Never forget the resilience of a city and a people who refused to bow to fear.

What happened on 7/7 wasn’t just an attack on London—it was an attack on our way of life. On the values of freedom, civility, and the quiet dignity of a morning commute. But in the face of evil, London stood strong. And Britain stood together.

Two decades on, we must carry forward the memory of that day—not just in mourning, but in vigilance. In unity. In national pride.

As we pause to remember, let us honour not only the victims, but also the spirit of a nation that cannot and will not be broken.

We will never forget.

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The Mirror Test

There are many quotes that shape how I live my life words that echo in my mind during quiet moments, when I’m contemplating my next move or trying to make sense of the chaos around me. But there’s one quote that stands above the rest. It’s not flashy or poetic. It’s blunt. It’s powerful. And it comes from one of the greatest minds of our time my hero, Steve Jobs.

"For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today? And whenever the answer has been 'No' for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."

Let that sink in for a moment.

This isn’t just a feel good quote you toss on an Instagram story. It’s a life compass brutally honest, deeply reflective, and refreshingly simple.

We spend so much of our lives chasing expectations what society wants from us, what our families expect, what our peers might think. But Jobs’ quote cuts through all that noise. It doesn’t ask what do others want you to do? It asks, what do you want to do  today if this was it?

That mirror moment… it’s personal. It’s uncomfortable. And that’s why it matters. Because it doesn’t allow you to lie to yourself. It forces you to be accountable. If you keep waking up dreading what’s ahead, then you’ve got a bigger problem than a bad day you’ve got a life that’s off-course.

I’ve had those days. You know, the ones where everything feels like a routine built for someone else’s version of success. Where you feel like a cog, not a creator. 

Where you’re just going through the motions. And it’s during those times when I’ve asked myself the mirror question. It doesn’t always give me an answer right away but it never fails to shine a light on the truth I’ve been avoiding.

The power of this quote isn’t in the drama of “last day on Earth” thinking. It’s in its subtle warning: if you’re not careful, you’ll live a whole life doing what you have to do, not what you want to do. And you’ll only realise it once it’s too late.

Now, let’s be honest not every day will be filled with fireworks and breakthroughs. Life has duties, responsibilities, and compromise. But if the majority of your days are filled with dread, then maybe it's time to step back and re-evaluate. It might mean leaving a job, ending a habit, changing a mindset, or simply being brave enough to chase what sets your soul on fire.

Steve Jobs didn’t just create devices he created culture. He lived with intention, and this quote is one of the clearest windows into how he thought. It’s direct, it's personal, and it’s real. And that’s why I live by it.

So tomorrow morning, look in the mirror. Ask yourself the question. And if the answer keeps coming up “no,” don’t settle. Don’t sleepwalk through life.

Make a change. You owe yourself that much.

[tmarshconnors]

Bring Back the Drift

There's a certain magic that lives in the glowing streets of Tokyo, Japan. Not the modern day version filled with overdone CGI and soulless electric cars, but the gritty, neon-lit alleys of Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift. It’s one of my all-time favourite films, and while it might not be the most “critically acclaimed” of the franchise( Personally I never liked the franchise) for many of us who grew up in the late '90s and early 2000s, it hits something deeply nostalgic. It’s not just about the cars it’s the era, the energy, and the setting that makes it timeless.

I was recently scrolling through my iTunes movie library, looking at the collection I’ve amassed over the years, and when I landed on Tokyo Drift, I paused. That sound of the drifting tires, the glowing signs in Shibuya, the perfect balance of tech and raw mechanics in the cars it struck a chord. There’s a rare beauty in how that film captured a very specific moment in time: Japan at the turn of the century, a place where underground car culture wasn’t just about speed, but style, precision, and honour.

Back then, the cars weren’t overpowered monsters. They weren’t muscle cars with 1000 horsepower or hypercars with launch control. They were tuned-up, character-filled machines — Nissans, Mazdas, Toyotas — driven by people who knew every inch of their car because they built it themselves. The scenes weren’t just fast; they had rhythm. They danced through mountain roads and parking garages like poetry on wheels.

We need more racing films like Tokyo Drift. Not sequels. Not corporate reboots or CGI-fests. But films that capture that same gritty, heartfelt tone that late '90s/early 2000s authenticity when Japanese car culture was at its prime. Think Akihabara before it was all tourist traps. Think JDM legends like the Skyline R34 or RX-7 not as collector's items, but as the street kings they were meant to be.

Set the next story in a world before social media turned everything into a performance. Back then, you didn’t race for likes you raced for respect. That’s the kind of cinema we’re missing today. The stories of young misfits tuning their rides by day and racing down Tokyo’s expressways by night. Stories of culture clashes, unspoken codes, and underground respect earned the hard way.

So to Hollywood: if you’re listening enough with the electric future and digital nonsense. Give us more real racing. Give us Japan in the rain, the sound of an RB26 echoing through a tunnel, the hum of fluorescent lights in a Shinjuku garage, and that signature Tokyo Drift vibe that never quite left our minds.

Because some of us never stopped dreaming about those roads.

[tmarshconnors]

Jimmy Lee Swaggart Dies at 90.

Baton Rouge, July 1, 2025 The curtain has finally fallen on one of the most recognisable and controversial figures in modern American 

Christianity. Jimmy Lee Swaggart, the Louisiana-born televangelist who once commanded an empire of faith through television screens across the world, passed away at the age of 90 following cardiac arrest. He died peacefully in a hospital in Baton Rouge after being rushed in unconscious just weeks prior on Father’s Day.

Let’s not pretend the man was a saint. But let’s also not deny what he accomplished or what he came to represent.

🌾 From Humble Beginnings to Worldwide Influence

Born in 1935 in Ferriday, Louisiana, Swaggart grew up in a world of gospel music, hard preaching, and Southern values. By the 1970s, he was broadcasting across America, a piano at his fingertips and fire in his voice. His sermons weren’t just sermons they were spectacles. His message? Salvation, sin, redemption, and hellfire. People listened. People wept. People gave. And his following swelled.

By the 1980s, The Jimmy Swaggart Telecast was one of the most-watched religious programs on Earth. Millions tuned in. His annual revenues reportedly peaked at $150 million. And yes he had political clout, too. He represented a brand of conservative Christian America that was bold, emotional, and unapologetically judgmental.

And then... it all unraveled.

⚠️ Scandal, Sin, and Public Humiliation

In 1988, the image of Jimmy Swaggart kneeling on a stage, sobbing and begging forgiveness for his “moral failure,” became one of the most iconic and damning moments in televangelism history. He had been caught with a prostitute. In 1991, it happened again. The Assemblies of God defrocked him. The media crucified him. His followers were torn. His critics celebrated.

But here’s the kicker: he never left.

While other televangelists vanished or reinvented themselves, Swaggart dug in. He didn’t pivot. He didn’t rebrand. He didn’t grovel after the second fall. He famously told his congregation, “The Lord told me it’s flat none of your business,” and kept preaching. Call that arrogance or call it bold faith but you can’t call it cowardice.

��� Gospel Music and Lasting Legacy

What people forget is that Jimmy Swaggart wasn’t just a preacher. He was a musician. A very good one. Over 200 gospel albums. More than 20 million records sold. Multiple Grammy nominations. He could make that piano talk, weep, and shout all in one session.

In April 2025, just months before his death, he was inducted into the Southern Gospel Music Association Hall of Fame. Poetic, isn’t it?

He continued broadcasting through the SonLife Broadcasting Network, which he founded in 2010. Even in his late 80s, Swaggart remained active, his voice a little weaker but his passion undimmed. In his final sermon on June 9, 2025, just a week before his collapse, he said:

"I'm still waiting on the Lord but I'm not tired yet."

Now, he’s no longer waiting.

🕊️ The Final Chapter

Jimmy Lee Swaggart died with his wife Frances and family by his side. He leaves behind his son, Donnie Swaggart, and grandchildren who are still active in ministry. Whether you admired him or abhorred him, there’s no denying that Swaggart carved his name deep into the stone of American religious and cultural history.

🪦 What Jimmy Swaggart Meant And Still Means

He was a paradox: a man who preached holiness but fell spectacularly, a man of music and grace who also battled inner demons, a televangelist who lost the world's trust but never lost his pulpit. He reminded us that even the mighty fall—and some stand up again, defiant.

In an age of filtered faith and sanitized spirituality, Swaggart was messy, flawed, and uncomfortably human. And yet, his voice still echoes in churches, homes, and gospel halls around the world.

🙏 Final Thoughts

I’m not here to canonise him. But I also won’t spit on the grave of a man who despite it all brought people to faith, gave hope to the broken, and refused to go quietly.

Rest in peace, Jimmy. You ran your race. Warts and all.

“There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel’s veins…” Jimmy Swaggart’s favorite hymn.

[tmarshconnors]

A Decade of Sonic Brilliance!

Posted July 1st, 2025 – by Mr. TMarsh-Connors

Yesterday, June 30th, Apple Music quietly turned 10 years old. Ten years since Apple decided to shake up the music industry again, ten years of redefining what a digital music experience could and should feel like. And yet, despite this milestone and everything Apple Music has achieved, I find myself asking a question that I shouldn’t have to ask in 2025:

Why are some of you still using Spotify?

Let’s be blunt here. No sugar-coating, no marketing fluff just facts.

💷 Apple Music Is Cheaper.

That’s right. Apple Music’s pricing undercuts Spotify, particularly with the annual plan option. If you're deep in the Apple ecosystem (which, let’s face it, most of you are), it becomes even more cost-effective through Apple One bundles. And unlike Spotify, there’s no tier-gaming or a need to constantly dodge price hikes dressed up as “improvements.”

🔊 The Sound Quality Is Untouchable.

Apple Music gives you Lossless, Dolby Atmos, and the downright magical Spatial Audio. Put on your AirPods Max, press play on a properly mixed track—Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Hans Zimmer and suddenly you're inside the song. Not just listening to it. Feeling it.

Spotify? Still flirting with “HiFi” like it’s a mythical unicorn. Still hasn’t delivered.

🍎 It Just Works.

Apple Music on iPhone. On Mac. On Apple Watch. On HomePod. On Apple TV. With Siri. It integrates seamlessly. No fiddling. No disconnects. No awkward app behavior. Just smooth, elegant, reliable music designed by Apple, for Apple users. That means something.

🧠 There’s a Human Behind the Music.

And here’s where Apple Music truly distances itself from the competition.

Spotify’s playlists? Cold. Calculated. Repetitive. You can practically hear the algorithm gasping for originality. You get a generic mix of whatever’s trending or some endless loop of background noise.

But Apple Music? It’s curated. There’s a real human brain and heart behind playlists like Essentials, Deep Cuts, and Behind the Songs. It feels personal. You can sense someone sat down and thought, “What’s the mood here? What’s the story this playlist is trying to tell?” It’s about context, emotion, and musical discovery not just data mining.

🗓️ Recaps Worth Keeping

Spotify Wrapped gets all the noise every December—but Apple Music’s year-in-review is polished, minimal, and dignified. Plus, monthly recaps? Yes, please. It doesn’t just give you stats it gives you insight into your listening habits. It’s the difference between a shallow mirror and a well-written diary.

💭 Final Thought:

In 10 years, Apple Music has quietly become the most refined, most immersive, and most thoughtful way to experience music digitally. It's elegant. It's powerful. It's beautifully curated. And for those of us who care about the art of music not just the background noise, it’s the only choice.

So if you’re still stuck on Spotify, maybe it’s time to stop listening to the algorithms and start listening to the music.

Happy 10th, Apple Music. Here’s to many more years of sonic excellence.

[tmarshconnors]

Happy Canada Day 2025!

[tmarshconnors]

Canada Day 2025

Today, on the 158th birthday of our beloved Dominion, I feel a strange weight in my chest not from lack of pride, but from a surging sense that we’re losing something deeply sacred.

As a British-Canadian, my blood is mixed with two nations forged by courage, common sense, and Crown. We built railways through mountains, wrote law into the wild, defended freedom on foreign shores, and raised our flag with quiet, unshakable dignity. We weren’t perfect, but we stood tall shoulder to shoulder with one another.

But this Canada Day feels different. And it has for some time now.

Where once there was unity in maple red, now there's division in policy, identity, and memory. The Canada I grew up with the Canada of duty, freedom, and strong families is being buried under red tape, revisionism, and endless apologies from people who barely understand the nation they live in.

They want to rewrite our anthem. They sneer at the Mountie’s uniform. They fly every flag but the Red Ensign or Maple Leaf with pride. And if you dare speak of tradition, heritage, or the Crown? You're told to sit down, be quiet, or worse apologize for loving your own country.

Let me be clear: I will never apologize for being proud to be Canadian.

Nor British. Nor conservative. Nor traditional. And I won't stand by and watch the nation my forefathers fought for, built with blistered hands, and passed down with trembling pride, be hollowed out by weak men with loud voices and fragile ideologies.

Canada was born not from protest, but from purpose. Not from grievance, but from greatness.

We’ve drifted far from what Sir John A. Macdonald dreamed and even further from what our soldiers died for on Vimy Ridge and Juno Beach.

But we can find our way back.

So today, I still raise my flag. I still sing "O Canada" — loud, off-key, and without shame. I wear my poppy early. I stand for the anthem. I honour the farmers, the soldiers, the truckers, the nurses, and the quiet citizens who make this country move while Ottawa sleeps.

🛶 Let them mock tradition we’ll preserve it. 🔥 Let them tear down statues we’ll build foundations. 🌲 Let them forget what Canada means we will remember.

Happy Canada Day. To the True North, still strong but needing brave hearts now more than ever. 🇨🇦